It was such a beautiful day today. My ride home from work was great! No traffic and the temperature was perfect. I couldn't have asked for better weather. As I was nearing the end of my ride, and mentally preparing myself for another physical therapy session, I felt a smack against my chest. It hurt like crazy! I figured the car in front of my kicked up a rock or something. What ever it was, it really stung.
Rubbing my chest, I walked into my physical therapist's office. I was directed to one of the rooms to get ready for my ultrasound. As I took of my jacket, I heard a buzzing sound coming from under my shirt. It sounded like static coming from head phones, but I knew I wasn't wearing head phones... I took off my shirt as fast as I could, which isn't that fast since I have two gimpy shoulders. I looked in the mirror and saw a bee stuck between my undershirt and the skin on my neck. I started swinging all over the place trying to get it off (I am sure it was an entertaining for the other patients in office). I ended up getting stung five times... four more times than I have the previous 27 years of my life. Good times.